True Loveamong battle and despair
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“As noble maiden, she lived lonely in a world of shadows.” Rohan comes from: “rann” “raen” (raem< raezn<razn; cf. gothic razn, <<house>>). This name can not be separated from its sindarins origins: Rohirrim. Rohan was a way to soften Rochand which comes from the elvish rokko “fast horse to ride”; this word plus a suffix: Rohirrim is softened from roch + hir, “lord, master” + rim (rimbe), “host, army”. The year 2510 of the Third Age, some riders with golden hair helped Gondor in balchoth and the battle of Celebrant, they were known as éothéod, later called Rohirrim <<lords of horses>> by gondorians. They lived in the Valleys of the Anduin and were known for their courage. By will of Gondor, after the battle of Celebrant, Eore the Young established his kingdom in Calenardhon which became “Rohan” and the “Mark.” Recently, they had to defend their lands from trespassing orcs and Uruk- hai from the Isen Ford, where Prince Theodred ( King’s Theoden only son) died; also, they had to defend their lands from Umbar pirates, wild men and dunlendines that were exiled from the mountains a long time ago. The castle was set in a mountain and that place was called Medused, the Golden Realm, with wild animals and horses sculpted in its pillars and beams. “She knew pain and sorrow all her life but still dreamed of meeting happiness.” Eowyn, Lady of Rohan, was daughter of Eomund, Marshal of the Mark, who was killed by orcs when she was very young. Her mother, Theodwyn, died later for the sorrow and despair that caused in her Eomund’s death. King Theoden, Eowyn’s uncle, took her and her older brother, Eomer, to the castle bringing them up like children of his own. But happiness didn’t last long, for Grima Wormtongue poisoned the King’s mind opening way for Saruman to control him in exchange of Eowyn. Eowyn was thin and pale, her yellow hair felt in her shoulders like a golden river, but her face was cold and her sight as thick as steel, for no pleasure or life without worries existed in her life. She was strong and determined like a real daughter of Kings. She had a passionate heart that was trapped in a cage within Grima’s poisonous words and her uncle’s falling spirit, she entered confusion and despair. “She met Aragorn, future King of Gondor and loyal Dunedäin. She saw glory and knowledge within his sincere and strong will.”
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“It is no madness, my Lady- said Aragorn-: it is the way that was named for me… I will go to the Paths of the Death, alone if precise… -Aragorn- she said-, why do you want to take such terrible road? -Because I must- was the answer-. Only then will I find hope to full fill my mission in the war against Sauron. -You are an austere and inflexible Lord- she said-; that is how men win glory… Lord-she proceeded-, if you must go, let me follow you… I desire to face danger and war. -Your duty lies here with your people- answered Aragorn… -But ¿am I not a descendent of the House of Eorl, a warrior virgin and not a dry maiden? All of your words have the same meaning: You are a woman, and your duty is at home… But… I know how to ride a horse and wield a sword, and I do not fear death nor pain… -Stay! -Those who follow you… follow you because they do not wish to be parted from your side… because they love you… *** -Are you leaving, Aragorn? -Yes- he answered. -Then you will not allow me to join this Company as I have requested? -No, my Lady… Goodbye!
As the man she thought was the right one for her left to face his destiny, some words she couldn’t forget penetrated her heart deeply. Some sincere words that flew from Aragorn’s heart not long ago<< if I listened to my heart, I would be right now in the North, walking through the beautiful
He didn’t love her; he couldn’t love her for another woman stole his heart first. She felt as if pain would always appear in her life and hope for love faded, she would never be happy. She was heartbroken and couldn’t go further, is happiness and peace ran away from her, she would accompany her beloved ones (her uncle and brother) and find glory and death, for there was nothing else for her passionate spirit there, among sadness and despair. She once lived in darkness, among losses and Grima’s poisonous words and evil plans; she didn’t want that to happen again. She would face war before it came to her. "She suffered in a dark dream until she could find a way to forget him and go on indifferent." •
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-Do not come between the Nazgül and his prey! It is not your life what you risk if you dare to defy me; I will not kill you: I will take you with me far away, to the houses of lament, bayond darkness, and they'll devour your body, and nake your mind, exposed to the Eye's sight... -Do whatever suits you- said Dernhelm-, I will stop you, is it's in my hands. -Stop me! Me? You are crazy. No living man can stop me!... -This is no living man what your eyes see! But a woman. I am Eowyn daughter of Eomund. You think you can stop me from approaching to my Lord and relative. Leave if you are not an inmortal creature! For alive or dark wraith, I'll kill you with my sword if you touch him."
Eowyn killed the Witch King and found glory and leadreship, but was wounded by the Nazgül's mace and the dark breath. She lied in the Pelennor Fields among war and death. Her mind was tormented and her body weakened, for no hope seemed to survive her pain. |
"-Go away, dwimmerlaik, Lord of carrion. Leave the dead in peace!..."All you need to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you"
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